Talk about a low...I feel like I'm on Mars in the worlds largest canyon. (Can you tell we are studying planets?)
For so long...well like a month. I've been okay. It seems like everything is going wrong this week. Sitting here crying. I don't want to go to work. I wanna lay around. A fellow blogger posted this song, and I am now obsessed with it.
Each night we share our high and low from the day. Well Will has gone to bed, he doesn't feel well. What would I say today?
It would be a real stretch to turn anything positive. So in my negative, passive aggressive, awful mood here I go...sarcastically.
--that a friend said she'd pick me up from the mechanic in the morning.
--I began my day clueless of the pregnancy news I'd get from others.
--The rodent man will show up Monday to set bait traps to get rid of whatever is under our house.
--I found a new website that I love: http://www.aheartbreakingchoice.com/Default.aspx
--Someone complimented my new haircut...because it must be easier with a baby.
But truthfully, I have been feeling so guilty for terminating my pregnancy. I know deep down that I would rather suffer than to bring Stella here to suffer with us. I also know that I had two shitty choices to pick from, neither were good. But really, what if it happens again? What makes my body different this time? Nothing...I am doing all the same things.